Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

[Of course, everyone understands that if we don't do that, there will be more casualties, but in the end, no one will probably be able to accept it.]

Humans are emotional creatures.

They cannot live in the world simply by following reason.

[Think carefully, in what world would a king take on the barbarians, only to burn down his own homeland?]

"It's not just this problem. If we want to extend the life of the British Isles, we need a mystery that can rival it."

"...How about searching for the Holy Grail?"

"If it's a miracle like the Holy Grail, it should theoretically be able to extend Britain's life for a while, but it won't be too long."

【Coming to discuss the mysterious question】

You listened for a moment and then expressed your thoughts.

"There's no need to search for the Holy Grail. It will yield no results and will only cause us to lose many noble knights."

Moran while the two women were still discussing the feasibility.

He took the initiative to make the final conclusion.

He knew about this as he had intelligence about the Moon World.

In the future, the Knights of the Round Table, Galahad and Percival, will never return while searching for the Holy Grail.

"Could it be... your future vision...?"

"Well, that's about it. So, don't waste your energy searching for the Holy Grail. It won't end well for Britain."

"But if we can't search for the Holy Grail, we'll have to use other miracles to save Britain... Merry, is there no way to bring this land back to life?"

[Altria turns the question to the Sage]

She is a Knight King who is only proficient in governing a country and fighting wars, and her knowledge of the mystical side is quite limited.

Facing this difficult problem

[Merry thought for a moment, the corners of her mouth slightly raised]

"If we don't pursue the Holy Grail, then the only mystery we know that can save Britain is probably the Moran of Albion. Even the Holy Grail pursued by the believers cannot compare to the 4.6 billion year old mystery of the Dragon of Albion."

Meili's smile is so charming that it makes people's hearts flutter.

It was so empty that it seemed to pierce through the night sky.

Artoria had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

"The most direct way to use it is to allow the Albion Dragon's True Aether/Blood to irrigate this land. I believe that with such a miracle, Britain will be able to enjoy good weather and good harvests for at least the next few decades."

The nightmare's unchanging smile is simply too beautiful.

Like an exquisite work of art, not like a flesh-and-blood human being.

Revealing a cold-blooded and ruthless side.

A nightmare demon who has lost love will not favor anyone, so there is no such thing as human nature.

She would not deny that she cared about the strongest dragon.

But, I can only care about it.

The love in my heart has long been burned out by my nature, and there is no way it can create any big waves anymore.

"No! This isn't okay!"

Altria was furious as never before.

He slammed his hands on the table.

Hearing Meili's ruthless and cold words, she also got a glimpse of the true nature of the nightmare for the first time.

My body felt like it was stabbed by an icicle, and a chill ran through my body.

A heart as tough as a chalk wall.

At this moment, I actually felt a surge of uneasiness and fear.

She chose to risk her ears in response to the unpleasant topic, gritting her teeth as a slight resistance.

"Liya, there's no need to be angry with Meili. She's just telling the truth. To be honest, Britain needs this level of mystery to be healed right now."

"Moran, I don't want to talk about this with you anymore! Even if it's right, I don't want you to use your blood to build a kingdom for me! I never hoped that this would be your ending!

I will find other mysteries to replace them. There is no need for you, Moran, to make sacrifices at this time!"

[Altria is quite excited]

[He completely ignored the composure that a king should have, and did not consider the feasibility of this matter at all.]

【After all, this matter is related to you】

[It may be hard to imagine King Arthur with his selfish desires, but she is indeed more human like this]

In fact, they all understand.

If you want to save this country and homeland, you must make the strongest dragon continue to suffer.

The more you scream in pain, the more you struggle.

The corresponding country will become more prosperous. This is just the price of equal exchange.

[The so-called miracle is this kind of thing]

The dragon's pain is enough to build a supreme utopia.

[But the king will never allow this]

[It was not based on the noble idea of chivalry, nor on the moral constraints of human nature. As a woman, she could not accept letting her beloved suffer in exchange for the future of the country].

Chapter 128: People Need Miracles [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

"Hey, you don't have any other secrets, and you want me to find another way. Liya-chan, you have to be understanding. If you ask for too much, you'll end up with nothing."

"I understand...but this method...won't work...!"

Altria clenched her fists.

Her will was stronger than ever.

Even the king's position was brought up.

Even Meili could only sigh helplessly at her choice, wondering if there were any other mysteries available.

"As for mysteries, I have a hidden weapon."

Moran shook his head helplessly.

As if he had anticipated Altria's attitude, he had prepared another more acceptable plan in advance.

He waved his hand and a brilliant light appeared on the table.

Waves of warmth filled the duty room.

"Oh! Isn't this the Golden Fleece? It was once one of the most precious treasures in the Greek Age of Gods, a miracle bestowed by the gods of Olympus, capable of healing all wounds and poverty!"

"Although it cannot compare to the Holy Grail sought by the Church, its mystery is not much less."

Even Meili was surprised by your move.

You have always kept the Golden Fleece within you, but now is the time to take it out.

[It is also the best solution at present]

"But, is that so? Moran, you've always been so mysterious. No wonder you can do such a mess..."

Merry looked at the Golden Fleece thoughtfully.

Artoria standing by wasn't really stupid either.

"Moran, the Golden Fleece must have helped you hold on for so long. If you take it out, it will be of great benefit to you..."

"Take it. It's of little use to me now. Lately, I've been trying to find the right time to give it to you. If there's a mystery like the Golden Fleece, it should be able to bless Britain. It will bring us good luck."

Moran said very seriously.

You gaze at the Golden Fleece with mixed emotions.

[This treasure once played a significant role in your founding of Pelasgian.]

Just seeing it here

You can't help but think of other loved ones

[And, my past as a hero]

[Now, for the sake of Altria and your own future, you choose to once again place your trust in this Golden Fleece.]

"I can't... accept it! Moran, I don't believe you'll lose the Golden Fleece without any cost or consequences.~!"

"Liya, remember the lesson Hector and I taught you at the beginning? Becoming a king requires making choices. Britain is under a time crunch, and there's no room for us to find other solutions. Also, do you really think that I've been able to hold on until now solely because of this Golden Fleece?"

"You, you're forcing me again...!"

Altria bit her lips.

She recalled the day before they went into battle against Vortigern, when Moran had made a similar request to her.

This time, the Golden Fleece must be handed over.

【In conclusion】

[Altria knows she can't refuse]

[When there is no time to look for other mysterious remedies, having the Golden Fleece is already the greatest luck]

You didn't lie to Altria.

Facing the exhaustion of origin and loss of soul

[Even the legendary Golden Fleece cannot heal it, because after all, this is not an injury.]

More like, a decline of existence

[If it were before the battle with Vortigern, the Golden Fleece might have been useful, but now it is of less use to you than before.]

[After repeated confirmation with Meili]

After confirming that abandoning the Golden Fleece would not have any impact on her, Altria reluctantly accepted the gift.

At least in the next few years

Britain can now secure its final bottom line.

[In the face of Britain's decline, the glory of the Golden Fleece has its limits. At most, it can prevent the next few years from being a period of tragedy.]

[Although it doesn’t look very outstanding]

[However, this is the best outcome for Britain]

Compared to the previous situation where they couldn't even plant seeds, people in Britain can now at least harvest.

【After dealing with the mysterious issues】

[The rest are foreign enemies who invaded Britain——]

"Prepare your horses! I will annihilate every foreign enemy that dares to set foot in Britain! No one will be spared!"

[Altria's unusual outburst of anger]

It was as if he wanted to take out his anger for having to take the miracle away from his loved one on the alien race.

She showed a completely different kind of aggression.

[Also chose to step onto the battlefield personally]

[In the eyes of the knights, King Arthur is without fault, and they follow the king's footsteps in conquering foreign enemies]

Only you and Mary know she is angry.

[I am angry at myself for being helpless]

[Precious time bought with your golden fleece]

She doesn't want to waste a single minute.